Postal

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that Postal is likely German-born director Uwe Boll’s best work yet — that’s not really meant a compliment considering he did make Blood Rayne and Alone in the Dark. By comparison, Postal is still an ADD, blatantly offensive piece of trash but at least the much-despised filmmaker appears to have put some thought into his latest videogame adaptation, as opposed to just stringing together a weak plot based on violence. How much of it is actually predicated on the game is certainly dubious, considering all of the plot digressions, but more than ever before Boll appears inspired and looking to actually blacklist himself completely. He also appears in the movie as himself, in lederhosen no less, self-deprecatingly taking pot-shots at his reputation, best of which comes when he admits that yes, his work is funded by the Nazi gold many accuse him of using. It’s just one of the many slaps in the face he uses to evoke the most extreme reactions from viewers and surprisingly, I even fell for his twisted gags a few times. There’s no denying how insensitive and tasteless Postal’s sense of humour is, poking fun at everything from terrorism to racism to seeing what Verne "Mini Me” Troyer would look like being raped by an army of chimpanzees. Yeah, it’s that kind of "no holds barred” comedy where the narrative takes a backseat to allow the absurdity (i.e., suggesting Obama and Dubya are boyfriends, seeing Dave Foley’s junk) to take the wheel. Considering this is his first real effort at something light, the director includes the career-lifting featurette "Raging Boll,” a compilation of his highly publicized boxing matches with the critics who lambasted him over the years. It’s actually pretty entertaining to watch the amateur boxer in Boll beat the stuffing out of his feeble challengers. I can’t say the same for the humiliating ad starring Troyer in Indiana Jones garb challenging Harrison Ford to a box office duel. Poor Mini Me. Plus: "making of.”